PRODIGALS

The prodigal son was wastefully extravagant with his father’s inheritance.

I too, for thirty-three years had been spiritually imprudent

In regard to Your gracious offer of unceasing life.

And even though You daily dispensed provision

From Your fertile field of goodness

I remained antisocial and continued to resist Your love.

It was pride and flesh controlling conscience

That kept me from escaping carnal lordship.

 

Little did I comprehend the depth of my bondage

Spiritually underwater, bankrupt, many leagues beneath the sea.

For I had never read in Your dictionary

That submission was a synonym for freedom.

A veridical paradox. Like when I’m weak, I’m strong!

 

Your Word then began a spring thaw

On my unenlightened belief system.

Like Paul at the house of Judas, my lids were opened.

My inborn nature soon befallen by the illumination of the Spirit.

 

Later, I considered the blind man conceptualizing a sunset.

Since he’d never seen one, how accurate would his perception be?

At best he would describe red as a warm feeling.

But with God capability, I could distinguish a million colours

Leaving the indiscriminating skeptic to ruminate at the dumpster

While I feasted on the Bread of Life and drank His finest wine.

 

Lord, if my beloved, drowsy, faithless kin won’t solicit truth

How will they unveil Glory?

Hear my petition that I nail to the door of Your heart.

Unlock the shutters of their spiritual windows.

Give them a glimpse in 3-D.

Let them taste and see that the Lord is good.

And transform their stony cardiac pumps

Into a perpetual well which gushes out living water. 

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PRODIGAL

How did you lose your way? Now lost in your helpless estate. Wake up dreamer, it’s not too late. Rise up now your First Love waits.